Lyrics

Baby, if you really love me You will better understand That the silver in your pocket Ain't no measure of a man And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed You're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son Workin' all night long Got a bad guitar And a simple song You're a rich man's daughter Look at what you've done You went and fell in love With a poor man's son Baby, you were born in splendor To a house of wealth and fame Your mother was a spender And you grew up on a stage And girl you could've loved for money Could've fooled around for fame But you went and took a chance On the real thing Though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed You're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son Workin' all night long Got a bad guitar And a simple song You're a rich man's daughter You're a rich man's daughter I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son Poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son
Writer(s): Jim Peterik, Frank Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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